Thanks to all of you who "un-confused" me about Laois and Laoighis, especially you Jane. Also that's a great web site on Laois. Thanks Again Frank in Florida

Laois is the current name for the county. It was also the name before it became known as Queen's county. Laoighis is an Irish spelling for the name of the county. Leix is a name which was given to Laois at some stage. It is more an English translation of the name Laois. County Laois was called Queen's county by the English. You will see it written as Laix (pronouncing that 'x') and something like Lakes - also as Leeks......amongst other variations, depending on how the people pronounced it. Laois is pronounced Leash as in a dog's leash. The older people in the county may call it Leix which is pronounced as Leeks or the 'ee' sound can become and 'ai' sound giving the Laix/Lakes pronounciation. Jane ----- Original Message ----- From: "Frank Osborne" <os461@pciol.net> To: <IRL-LAOIS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Tuesday, November 21, 2000 5:10 PM Subject: Confused > I am new to searching for family in Ireland and confused > by Laois and Laoighis. Are they one and the same, or > different counties ?? > > Thanks in advance for any help on this. > Frank in Florida > > > ==== IRL-LAOIS Mailing List ==== > > >

I am new to searching for family in Ireland and confused by Laois and Laoighis. Are they one and the same, or different counties ?? Thanks in advance for any help on this. Frank in Florida

A Tale of a Funeral (extracted from Folk Tales from Western Ireland McManus, L., Journal of the Ivernian Society, Vol. VI. Oct 1913-Sept, 1914. pp. 235-) When he was a boy, he said, his father burned a kiln of lime, and put him to mind it the second night. As he sat there he saw a funeral coming down the hill, and two men carrying a coffin. They came up to the kiln, and one of them said, "Who is to carry the coffin?" And the other said, "It is Anthony O'Neill," and told him to carry the coffin. He refused, but they made him; and the weight nearly crushed him to the ground. They led him through a country he did not know, and went into a graveyard. The two men began to dig a grave, and something in the coffin struggled to get out. The men told him that if he let the thing out they would put him in the coffin. When the grave was ready they laid the coffin in it, and shovelled the earth on top. They then left the graveyard, and went to a house. There was a big room in it, and rows of tables along the walls, with big dishes of stirabout and noggins of mik. There were many men and women in the room, eating and drinking, and they asked Anthony to take some stirabout. He was going to do so, when a woman he knew, named Anne Goulding, who had died in child-birth, pinched him in the back, and he refused to eat. He got out of the house and found himself in his own quarter-land, and the kiln before him. He has seen "the people" twice, he said, and added that there were times it was easy for them to take the people they want; easy to take a woman in child-birth, and a young man when he marries.

Has anyone got access to the Pigot's Directories for 1823-1830. I have only just heard of these ... I don't know which areas they cover in Ireland? I am looking for John DONNELLY Shoemaker/Cordwainer Ballinakill Co. Laois/Carlow Town Co. Carlow or adjacent areas. He was married 1826 in Ballinakill. Any info welcome Regards Jane (Saddleworth, England) Also researching COSTIGAN, SLOWEY, CLARKE Ireland

Need help in finding information on DENIS CASSIDY. All I know is that he was born in County Queens in 1826 and came to USA in 1847. Sorry I don't have any more to go on than that. Does anyone know where the Cassidy's could be from in Laois (Queens) ?? Frank Osborne

To those who wondered where the rest of this story was - I apologise, I got caught up with something else and forgot about it (kind of). I can say that this is the end of this part of the story - but, there is another part, which deals a bit with ribbon men in the area and also has a bit of anti-climax in relation to the Dihreoch. It is another 6 pages long and while interesting doesn't really tell you anything of the man. The oil portrait known as 'The Dihreoch's Legacy' is or was on loan to Heritage House, Abbeyleix from St. Brigid's Church, Shanahoe. --------------------------- Continuation of an extract of a story written by John Keegan of Laois, published in Dolman's Magazine September 1846. Source: John Keegan Selected Works, published by Galmoy press: ISBN 0 9531583 0 6 edited by Tony Delaney 1997 "No," said Mr. B., "you will live - live many a year to come, and, if you he content to forego your wandering mode of life, my house shall be your home, and never again shall you be exposed to the evils of poverty and destitution." "My destitution, as I have said before," said the stranger, "is entirely voluntary, and, did my strength allow it, I would quit your hospitable roof with the earliest dawn of morning. But I AM DYING: - My earthly wanderings and sorrows are over, and, as a last favour, may I request you will send some trusty messenger for the Roman Catholic clergyman of the parish." "Yes, yes, gladly;'"replied the kind-hearted gentleman. He rang the bell; a servant entered; Mr. B. gave his orders, and, in ten minutes afterwards, the carriage, harnessed to two fresh horses, with poor John Hoolahan in his usual position, was galloping as fast as the said horses' legs could move to the residence of the parish priest, about four Irish miles from the scene of death. The good father had retired to rest, but the darkness of midnight or the bellowing of the winter's storm have no terrors for the Irish Catholic priest when the expiring Christian requires his aid. He rose without a murmur, and, in little more than half an hour afterwards was seated by the bed of the dying pilgrim. Of course, no person was allowed to remain in the chamber, and what passed must remain a secret; no more of the history of the Dihreoch was ever revealed, Than what the Father must not say Who shrived him on his dying day, but it was remarked, that the old man's 'confession' was unusually long, and the tones in which the father spoke, unusually marked and emphatic. After hours had passed, the clergyman rang the bell: Mr. B. made his entrance to the chamber, and the priest cordially shook him by the hand. "Mr. B.;" he said, "from my soul's depth I must thank you for your benevolent attention to the woes of this poor dying fellow- creature. May God reward you, and, when the hour shall come that the Almighty will demand an account of your stewardship, may your good deeds of this night he mercifully remembered." "Amen!" fervently responded the dying man; "and now one word more before I am gone." -"Go on," said Mr. B. "Where is my little bundle?" Mr. B. withdrew. In a few minutes he returned with the pilgrim's parcel, which, on his being carried into the house, had been deposited in the hall. "Hand me that," said the old man, reaching for the parcel. Mr. B. gave him the bundle. "A knife, now," he added. The priest pulled forth his pocket-knife and gave it to him without speaking. The dying man, with quaking hand, cut open the string which tied the bundle: he opened the old blanket, and from its folds brought forth a dark-looking object, rolled tightly, and tied with a ribbon of red silk. He reached it to Mr. B. The latter opened the parcel: his eyes glistened with surprise and admiration. "Oh good father!" he exclaimed, addressing the priest; "see what we have here." The Priest seized it: - it was a picture of surpassing beauty - that rnagnificent bust Of St. Peter, which, at this day, hangs above the altar of the little rustic chapel of Shanahoe. The Priest was dumb: he gazed as if enchanted on the fascinating portrait. "The Peasants of Calabria," resurned Mr. B., "are said to have loved the Portrait Of the virgin with a carnal or human love. This I always considered a fable. yet, if painted by the same hand from which this divine production of the pencil ernanated, I should not wonder at any effect it might have on human passions - eh, father, did you ever see so noble an effort of human ingenuity as this portrait?" The priest was still silent - gazing entranced upon the charming object. "'Mr. B.," said the dying man, "this portrait must be yours. Do not disdain it because its owner can offer no better testimonial of his gratitude. It belonged to a once powerful and noble family, and it is the offspring of a pencil which was guided by inspiration. Like its Possessors, it experienced many a strange vicissitude, yet, 'tis not the less precious on that account. Take it, keep it, and when you gaze on those beautiful - those all-but-breathing features - think sometimes of the last of the - the - the - poor wandering Dihreoch." The old man ceased: he flung forth his arms convulsedly; his eyes were suffused with the last tears of struggling mortality; his breathing became thick and audible; he uttered one low protracted groan, and the spirit of the 'Dihreoch' mounted on the wings of the whistling storm, - let us hope to heaven. Requiescat in Pace.

Need help tracing my BAILEY roots; I've hit a very solid brick wall. Maybe one of you listers can help me, or give me suggestions as to where to look next. I'm researching my grandfather, Mark Francis BAILEY, born abt 1879 "somewhere" in Ireland to parents, James BAILEY (born abt 1855 +/-) and Bridget MULLENS. Mark's siblings, that I'm aware of, were: Johanna T. (born 1874 in Ireland, married John J. Fitzgibbons); Catherine (born 1870 in Ireland, married Redmond Hickey); and James (unsure of birth year, married Bridget Hyland - born Ballyporeen, Tipperary area). Mark and the aforementioned siblings all emigrated to the U.S. at some point, and Mark married Catherine LUDDY (born Ballyporeen, Tipperary) in 1906 in Rockland, Massachusetts, and they had four children. Mark died in 1912. I've been centering my search in the Tipperary/Cork area as someone told me that people tended to emigrate from one area to another in groups. No luck! Now I'm spreading out. Would appreciate any help from anyone. June Young jmyaky@mindspring.com

I sent this note last week but it didn't appear and I just realized that it was sent from the wrong address! Please excuse the delay. >I have enjoyed reading what Jane Lyons wrote about the early Irish >schools. My ggg grandfather came to Canada from Leitrim in the late 1830s >and was a teacher after he arrived here, so I assume he probably was a >teacher there as well--his name was Bernard Reynolds. It seems there were >vast numbers of Reynolds in Leitrim--I see that Family Search has several >Bernards listed, none of whom seem to fit. > >Some of you may not be aware that the Canadian public school system was >modelled on the Irish system, thanks to Egerton Ryerson. Ryerson was not a >very nice man by some accounts, but he laid the groundwork for a pretty >good system of public education here (which our current government is >doing its best to destroy--unfortunately, they're well on their way to >succeeding). > >Thanks Jane. I enjoy reading your pieces--they have greatly enriched my >understanding of life in 19th century Ireland. Sharon M. Haggerty London, Ontario Canada Home Page (with links to Clarke and Reynolds pages): http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~sharonmh Full Data Base: http://worldconnect.rootsweb.com/~sharonmh Haggerty Lines Only (including Tanner of Ontario, and Boyd and Forbes of Mercer Co. PA): http://www.execulink.com/~haggerty/Family

I am still looking for HENRY QUELCH'S parents or siblings of Laois, Ireland or perhaps in another part of Ireland. .All children below were born in Shragh, Johnstown, Leix (Laois/Queens) County, Ireland. The family moved to Montreal, Quebec, Canada. I believe they came by ship through New York.I also believe they came between 1834 (birth of last child in Ireland) and 1844 (marriage of first child Joseph Quelch to Jane Fury in Montreal) I have searched passanger lists, IGI's, in North America (in case they were first here and went back), England (in case they were first there) and have looked using the names Welch, Walsh, Welsh, and Squelch and can find nothing. I would sure like it if I could hear something of this family in Ireland. I have found many descendants in Montreal. Thank you for your time in reading this. Judy in Canada Descendants of HENRY QUELCH 1 Henry Quelch 1795 - .. +Mary Purcell , married in 1814 in Ireland ..... 2 Joseph Quelch 1816 - ......... +Jane Fury ..... 2 John Quelch 1817 - ..... 2 Honora Quelch 1818 - ..... 2 William John Quelch 1821 - ......... +Maria Dowd ..... 2 Patrick Quelch 1823 - ..... 2 Henry Quelch 1825 - 1863 ......... +Bridget Maher ..... 2 Ellen Quelch 1827 - ..... 2 Mary Quelch 1829 - ..... 2 Edward W. Quelch 1832 - ..... 2 Margaret Quelch 1834 -

Is that it? Isn't there more? It's a fascinating story and I want to read more! :) New subject: Some of you may recall that I asked this list some months ago about where to purchase the book "Abbeyleix, Life, Lore & Legend" by Kevin P. O'Brien. Well, I finally located Mr. O'Brien and he sold me his book (at a very reasonable price, I might add! :). It is a wonderful, interesting history of the Heritage Town of Abbeyleix. I highly recommend it to everyone. You may contact Mr. O'Brien at this email address: mailto:kpjob@iol.ie Or, you may write to him at: Franamanagh Books, Abbeyleix, Co. Laois, Rep. of Ireland. Tom

Can anyone recommend a good professional researcher in Ireland -- in counties Offaly or Laois, or in Dublin? Thanks! Joe Dooley Falls Church, Virginia

Hi Listers I found the following BOLGER in the Index to Griffith's Valuation of Ireland, 1848-1864. Bolger, Edward Parish : Killabban Location : Ballynagall County : Laois/Leix/Queens I wonder if anyone has any information about the above gentleman that they would like to share with me. I trying to find out where Mark Bolger/Bulger who married Christina Brennan (My Great Aunt) came from before they went to live in Phibsborough Avenue, Dublin. Could the above mentioned man be Mark's Grandfather or, he might even be his Father Christina Brennan was born in Ballickmoyler which is about one mile south of Ballynagall in Co.Laois. Any help would be much appreciated Michael Brennan Kent England Home: michael@janbren.freeserve.co.uk I am also researching the following members of my family: All descendants of William BRENNAN, (c1800's) of Ballickmoyler, Co. Laois. IRL MORAN & LALOR/LAWLER/LAWLOR, Arless Co. Laois. IRL; KELLY/CARTER, Ardateggle, Co. Laois. IRL BULGER/BOLGER/BRENNAN, Dublin City. IRL; BORAN, WALL & RYAN, Arless, Co. Laois. IRL BRENNAN, James, IRL; BRENNAN, Martin, d1963, Belfast, N.IRL

Hi Anne Sorry you couldn't open my Web site. Tell your son that I used Front Page Express. I decided to put LEAGH on the map by putting it in the Subject bar. Now I will try and answer as many of your questions as I can. The OS Discovery Series map of Ireland #61 can be bought from: Ordnance Survey Phoenix Park Dublin 8 Ireland They will probably cost you about $5 or $6 to buy. LEAGH is on flat land. On the East side one can see the Wicklow Mountains rising up out of the flat lands about twenty miles away in the distance. They look beautiful in the evening when the sun is setting in the East and they get the full reflection of the suns rays. When I used to live in Cooper Hill we used to see some fantastic rainbows with the mountains in the background. Carlow Town is about 4 miles to the south and you can see the spires of the churches rising above the town and the biggest structure in the town is he sugar beet factory which can also be seen. To the West lies the Killeshin Hills which are about 2 to 3 miles away. They are covered in a patchwork of lush green fields with the odd dwelling and farm house dotted around the hill side. If you travel in a straight line from Leagh to the east, one and a half miles later you will come to the River Barrow. The River Barrow which can be navigated by boat is also a Canal which is now used mostly by pleasure boats. In Athy which is to the north, you can link up with the Grand Canal which will take you all the way into the heart of Dublin City. This is one of the reasons Carlow became so prosperous was because of the Canal and the Barrow. One of my Aunts Mary Brennan who married a McDonald (a postman) was a Lock Keeper on the Barrow near Maganey which is about 7 miles North of Carlow town. It is difficult to know where your ancestors were buried. Because they were in the parish of Killeshin they were either buried in Killeshin ( to the East) or, they may have been taken to Sleaty. There was a burial ground in a place called Rathnure which is very close to Leagh. In a survey done quite recently by Mr Redmond N.T. who lives in Killeshin and is the author of the book 'Gravestone Inscriptions' there were only 5 headstones recorded in this burial ground and they were namely: Kelly, Maher, 2 Byrne's and a Curran. The MAHER inscription reads as follows: "MAHER I.H.S. This stone is erected by Patrick MAHER in memory of his wife Mary Maher Alias KELLY who departed this life Dec. 17th. 1783 aged 55 years. May she rest in peace Amen" This book is still available in: Chapter 7 Bookshop, Tullow Street, Carlow. Ireland. I will leave it there for now and come back to you later with some more info. Michael Brennan Kent England Home: michael@janbren.freeserve.co.uk

Continuing the story called 'The Dihreoch' written by John Keegan of Laois, published in Dolman's Magazine September 1846. Source: John Keegan Selected Works, published by Galmoy press: ISBN 0 9531583 0 6 edited by Tony Delaney 1997 Mr. B. at this period lived at Shanahoe, not far from that note auberge - the 'Fighting Cocks.' He was a Protestant. Indeed, some said he was an infidel, whilst others of his more nicely-discriminating neighbours said that in religious matters, 'he was nothing', as he was never seen at 'church, mass, or meeting', since he came to reside in the neighbourhood. Be that as it may, Mr. B. was certainly a humane, generous, and kindly-hearted gentleman, insomuch that it was, and still remains, a kind of proverb in the neighbourhood that 'nobody ever rubbed to Mr. B.'s skirts without being the better of him.' But I must not wander from my narrative, which I should do were I to dwell on one-half the good things which is still told of that gentleman throughout that part of the country in which he at this time resided. About eleven o'clock on the night in question, Mr. B. was returning home in his carriage from some ball or party in the neighbourhood. It was, as I have just said, a tremendous night. The wind moaned dismally amongst the naked old elms which over-shadowed the road (I know that road and those old elms well), and vast flakes of snow, intermingled, by fits, with raiding hail-stones, and splashing sleet, fell down from the pitch dark sky. Still Mr. B. came on gallantly his horses were prime, and silently and steadily they did their work, and, as the vehicle moved rapidly along, the red flame from the lamps flung a faint and sickly glare on the snow-drifts at either side of the way. There was, and is still, a certain spot on the same road called the 'lougbeen', from a little plash or pool of water which lay in a small hollow hard by the high-road. On arriving at this particular spot, the horses suddenly stood still, and doggedly refused moving an inch further. The coachman tried his skill; in vain: they kicked and plunged and curvetted, but not a step would they move in the required direction. "Hoolahau," cried Mr.B.,addressing the coachman, "what ails you? Get on: get on, John, quickly." "It's not my fault, sir," replied the man; "whatever"s the reason, they won't budge a peg. Rodney is kicking as if the red devil was standing in his body, and Freney seems determined to not be out-done in contrariness by his companion." "What must be the matter with the brutes?" cried Mr. B. in a tone of surprise; "Eh, John, what must be the cause of this violence?" "Devil a bit of myself knows," replied John; "barring it be something that's not right they see - maybe it's a spirit that's crossing them, sir, the Lord save us from harm." "Fudge, you fool;" cried Mr. B. in dudgeon. "Get down instantly and try to set them to rights." In obedience to his master's orders, the coachman descended from his seat, and, going towards the deep fosse on the road-side, he commenced probing the snow-drifts with the long handle of his whip. "What are you doing there?" cried Mr. B., impatiently. An involuntary scream of terror was the man's reply, as he hastily retreated towards his master, whose head was protruded through the carriage window. "What's the matter, John?" again asked Mr. B. "Och bedad, sir," cried John, in a tremulous voice, "theres a man or something lying dead in the drift there beyond at the ditch." Mr. B. jumped from the carriage, and, going to the spot pointed out by the affrighted coachman, found that his report was correct. Lying on his back at full length, amid the snow, was an old man, grasping in one hand a huge pole or wattle, whilst the other clutched a long rosary with silver beads and a crucifix of massive gold. "He is some benighted wanderer," cried the compassionate Mr. B. "Let us try, John, what we can do for him. I hope he is not dead, for I find a warmth about the regions of the heart, and his limbs are not so stiff and rigid as if the vital spark had fled." They lifted the body of the insensible man into the carriage. The red glare of the lamps fell fully on his livid features. It was the poor 'Dihreoch' who had some hours before been so cruelly expelled from the door of the 'Fighting Cocks'. His eyes were closed as if in the sleep of his death; his wretched garments were sheeted with snow, and from his long, stiffened grey hair were hanging pellets, or icicles of frozen sleet, which glittered with an unearthly radiance in the ghastly lamp-light. On his back was strapped the little bundle, alluded to before, and from his girdle still hung the tin can or vessel which held the cold potatoes. Mr. B. resumed his seat, and, kindly placing the old man's head on his lap, desired the coachman to proceed. John plied his whip; Rodney and Freney set forward at a thundering pace, and in a few minutes afterwards the carriage wheeled on the well-gravelled area before the door of Mr. B.'s fine mansion. Help was called; the still senseless form of the stranger was gently carried into the house, and laid down on the hearth-rug before the blazing parlour fire. Restoratives were instantly applied, and every expedient which the skill or humanity of Mr. B. could devise were put into requisition for the relief of the sufferer. Their humane efforts were at length successful, and, after some time, the patient not only recovered his faculties of body, but also his memory and sensibility. He opened his eyes, gazed eagerly around, but remained silent. "Speak, my poor fellow," cried Mr. B. "It delights me to he the instrument of your preservation; speak, and let us know who you are, or by what mischance you became an outcast from human shelter on such a dread night as this." "I am a wanderer over the earth these many weary years," said the old man in a feeble voice. "I was once, even as you are now, - rolled in the comforts and wealth of this world. I am the luckless descendant of a family once renowned in the annals of their country, and I commenced my career under flattering and brilliant auspices. But I strayed from the path-way of righteousness. I erred; grievously erred, - yet I will not shock you by a rehearsal of my iniquities. I was converted; I became repentant, and, for many a long year, I have roamed in pain and privation over my native land, sleeping some-times in the ash-corners of the peasantry, but more generally under the dews of heaven. My clothing has been the veriest rags I could find, and my food of the coarsest description, and such as merely supported existence. My name or family I never revealed to mortal. They call me 'The Dihreoch' - a name which you may call me too, if you think fit, but any further disclosures I am not disposed to make. All, therefore, that remains for me to say is, that my last prayer to heaven shall be, that you may he rewarded for the mercy you have extended to me this night - the last of my mortal existence."

There are articles in the Kerry Archaeological and Historical Society Journal on the Kildare Place Society. I only have refs for two of these but the earlier ones probably run in the journal the two previous years and so could easily be traced. 1983: Kildare Place Society in Kerry: III Teachers. Pádraig de Brún, pp. 112-137 1984: Kildare Place Society in Kerry: IV Summary and Discussion. Pádraig de Brún. 153-205 Kildare Place Society includes registers of trainee teachers from 1814-54. No real genealogical information to be had : Date of entry, discharge, age, religious denomination, who recommended them, where they were educated, who paid their fees, where they taught.. The Second report of the commission of Irish Education enquiry contains lists of schools in the country for 1826-27, names of teachers..1824, Irish Education Enquiry, 1826, 2nd Report (2 vols) Held in the National Library in Dublin/ "Schoolmasters and Schoolmistresses in Ireland 1826-27": Dorothy Rines Dingfelder & E.J. McAuliffe (California, 1982) is an edited version of these lists and is in four vols... Teachers salary books held by National Archives Dublin arranged by school..These date from 1831, you need to know where the person worked..and they are not very informative. Lots of names....but these are so big that they are stored off site and need to be ordered a day in advance of your visit to the National archives.. From Grenham: Tracing Your Irish Ancestors, 2nd Edition: 1999 Publishers Gill & McMillan. ISBN 0 7171 2796 6 Published Works on Teachers: Akenson, D.H. The Irish Education Experiment, London 1970 Brenan, 1775-1835: Schools of Kildare & Leighlin, NLI Ir37094135 b 4 Corcoran, T.S. 'Some lists of Catholic Lay Teachers and their illegal schools in the later Penal Times', NLI Ir 370941 c 12 ffolliott, R. 'Some schoolmasters in the diocese of Killaloe, 1808' JNMAS, Vol XI, 1968 Linden, Irish schoolmasters in the American Colonies NLI Ir. 942 1 9 'Some Early Schools of Kilkenny' Old Kilkenny Review, 1960, 3 'Teachers of Cashel & Emly 1750-60', Catholic Bulletin, Vol. XXIX, pp. 784-8 Other Books include The Irish Charter Schools 1730-1830 by Kenneth Milne Protestant Charter Schools in Ireland : Thesis No. 324 ( 1935.) Kathleen Margaret Daly - University College, Dublin The later History of the Charter Schools, 1824-1894, Thesis No. 190. G.J. Tannam - University College, Dublin The Clonmel Charter School 1747-1886, Patrick J. Kennedy I have no other details on the references for these. Jane

Hi Jim, Funny, my great grandmother was Margaret Meager, but the church in Poughkeepsie NY changed her to Meara, she married Martin Bergin but that was changed to Berrigan. Guess thier "Irish" got in the way. Mary Anne

> A song was played at the funerals of two of the greatest Irishmen who ever > lived............. >> > The words were written by an Irish man. > > 1. Who were these two men, and who wrote the song? The two men were Michael Collins and John F. Kennedy. The song was 'Let Erin Remember' written by Thomas Moore > > The British saluted the man who was born and bred in Ireland in a way which > very few people know about on part of his final journey > > in a way which everyone should know about........... > > 2. How was he saluted? Michael Collins died in Cork. He was to be buried in Dublin. It was decided that his body should be returned to Dublin by sea for fear of trouble if he was moved over land. When the ship carrying Michael Collins left Cork, the British were lying off shore. They gave him a salute - guns - and then they played 'The Minstrel Boy' another Thomas Moore melody. The British escorted this ship to Dublin lying outside Irish waters. > > Another 'song' was played to honour the man who was not born and bred in > Ireland.........and this song/music stood out because it had never been > played for a dead man before - only to those who lived. > > 3. What was this song? The music was 'Hail to the Chief' something which is only played to living Presidents. > > Three days after President Eamonn De Valera of Ireland died, the Irish Army > marched from Cathal Brugha Barracks (I think it was - I can be brought up on > that one) to Glasnevin Cemetery and played a salute to a man who had died a > long time before > > 4. Who was that man? They marched to Glasnevin in order to salute Michael Collins. > > In 1938, when the British Navy were leaving Haulbowline in Cork, they sent a > request to President Eamonn Devalera. > > 5. What was the request and what happened afterwards....... The British requested that they be allowed to leave their barracks bearing arms. President DeValera granted that request - that they would leave with honour. In return, they asked that he have his youngest serving officer (a 19 year old) stand on a hill in Cobh. When the ships had left Cobh, they turned about, faced Cobh raised their guns and fired in salute to the officer on the hill.

Hi everyone - My ancestors at one time lived in County Laois. The information following is about all that I know of them. John BYRNE married Margaret WALSH and they had the following children: Anne 1830* (my great grandmother) Honor 1832 Catherine 1835 Mary 1838 *Anne BYRNE married Michael WALKER and they had the following children: John (1854) emigrated to USA Patrick (1858) emigrated to USA James (1860) Michael (1863) emigrated to USA Margaret (1865) emigrated to USA ** (my grandmother) William (1867) emigrated to USA ** Margaret WALKER emigrated to USA, married George C. LYON and raised a family of 9 in Philadelphia, PA. I believe the area of County Laois she was from was Rathronshin or Emo. This information was obtained from St. Michael's Roman Catholic Church in Portarlington. If anyone can relate to this, please write me. Thank you!!! Margaret Phillips USA

Hello, all. I recently visited Indian River, Lot 18, Prince Edward Island, Canada, and found the headstone of my gr gr grandfather, Edward MAHAR, which indicates that he died Dec 27, 1875 aged 85, and that he was a native of Queens County. That'd put his birth year about 1790. By the time of my mother's birth in the early 1900's, it was spelled MAHER, and records I've found on PEI indicate that it was MAHER until a particular priest came to the parish, and he wrote the name as MEAGHER. However, as soon as he left, the name was reverted to MAHER, so that seems to be the family's preferred spelling, leading me to think it more likely to have been MAHER/MAHAR in Ireland rather than MEAGHER. Soooo, a lead as to how I can research ANY of those names in LAOIS way back when would be most helpful. Also, is there anyone on the list who knows the area of Dublin where the archives and national library are located? I'm looking for a suggestion for a hotel that is in reasonable walking distance of them both. Maybe 15 to 30 minutes. Thanks in advance, Jim Cassidy New Hampshire, USA